I Want a Foot Massage with Your Tongue

Sniff and Lick a Housewife's Cheesy Feet - Mistress Lola “Hi… I’m Lola. Housewife. On my feet all day… literally. I take care of my loved ones, organize the day, clean, cook, do the laundry… and my feet feel every bit of it. What’s special about me is… that I have especially cheesy feet. That intense smell… and that intense taste. My foot-licker… my human foot-rag… today I’m challenging you: First, smell my sheer, sweet little socks. I pulled them out of the laundry basket earlier and then wore them all day again. Breathe deep… and taste the intense scent and flavor of my socks. After that… you pull the socks off with your mouth. Then you get to smell the cheesy scent of my bare feet… and lick away that cheesy, intense taste. Especially between the toes… that’s where it’s particularly cheesy. Hehe…”

Sniff & Eat my stinky Pink Socks - Lady Adriana Lady Adriana: Look at this. This slave is crouching on the floor in front of me. And I’m sitting high above him, ready to prepare him with my feet and properly humiliate him. Today I’m going to make you deeply inhale the scent of my sweet but stinky pink socks. Smell. Breathe in deep. Feel that intense, warm sock smell filling your nose. That’s exactly how I want you – submissive and addicted to my stench. After that, you’ll eat my socks. Yes, you heard me right. You’re going to chew them. Maybe even swallow them. I’m going to treat you really mean today. I’ll take away your air with my stinky socks. I’ll slap you with my feet. And I’ll press my fragrant soles hard onto your slave face until you can barely breathe. After the sock lesson, I’ll take them off. Then I’ll stuff them completely into your mouth. Chew. Really chew. If you’re not fast enough… I’ll push the socks even deeper into your mouth with my bare feet. You have no choice. Today you belong to my feet and my stinky pink socks.

A Nerdy Student´s hard Foot Domination - Nerd Lady Lina "I am Lady Lina. From the outside I look like the harmless, clever student with glasses and a nerdy look. Everyone thinks I only like games, computers and books. But that is just the mask. When I come home after a bad day at university, I am someone else. Then he is already lying on the floor. On his back. As my object. And I stand over him the entire time. I look down at him while my nerdy feet begin. I kick him. I strike him with my soles. I press them onto his chest, his stomach, his face. He stays lying there, motionless, just my tool beneath me. I make him lick my soles while I keep standing over him – he sticks out his tongue, I lower my foot, he licks, I lift it again and kick. Then I place my entire foot on his face. Flat. Slow and heavy. I remain standing, feeling him suffer under me, feeling his breath catch. That gives me the deep, inner satisfaction I need. My feet work him extremely hard. He lies, I stand. He is the object, I am the power. This is my balance next to my studies. And as long as I stand over him, he belongs to me."

After 6 Hours of Lectures: Slave Under My Socks - Nerdy Lady Lina Nerdy Lady Lina: Right after six hours of lectures I desperately need my slave. I already texted him that he should be lying ready when I get home. The second I’m through the door I throw my uni backpack into the corner. The slave is already on the floor. I sit down directly on the stairs, right above him. I pull off my sneakers. The socks are warm, damp and sweet from the whole day. Without warning I press my foot hard into his slave face. The dog groans under the pressure, breathing in the scent that has been collecting in my socks all afternoon. I want to watch him suffer under the weight of my foot and the smell of my socks. That’s not enough. “Lick,” I order. He has to taste every fiber of my sweet, damp, warm little socks. Tongue out, slow, thorough, until the fabric is wet with his spit and the smell gets even stronger. I press harder, rub the sole across his lips and nose, hold him there until all he can breathe is me. I use him. I humiliate him. After this hard day at uni I have earned my fun with the foot-dog: sitting up on the stairs with him beneath me on the floor, licking the sweat of my lecture day out of my socks and grateful that I even bother to use him.

Breathless Under My Feet Princess Serena: Breathless Under My Feet Princess Serena: I am a young blonde beauty — and now you will suffer beneath my feet. Look at me. These delicate, bare feet belong to a princess, and you are already lying under them. I am going to take away your air. You are completely at the mercy of my naked feet and my power. No escape. No resistance. Slowly I lower my damp, soft soles onto your face. I press them down firmly until your nose and mouth are completely covered. You cannot breathe anymore. Do you feel how warm and moist they are? How they mold against your skin? Your chest rises and falls in desperation, your hands twitch, but I do not let up. Panic rises in you — that is exactly how it should be. Only when I decide do I lift my soles a little and grant you a short breath. Then you must be grateful. Lick my soles. Kiss every inch. Taste the light sweat, feel the soft skin under your tongue. You may leave nothing out. It dawns on you that you will end beneath the bare soles of a beautiful blonde princess. And even though fear grips you, that is exactly what satisfies you. Your body betrays you. You enjoy being helpless, small, and completely surrendered to my rule. Stay right there. Breathe only when I allow it.